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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: mph who wrote (319)	11/10/1998 1:31:00 AM
From: TEDennis	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

Five minutes later she found out that ... the highway was closed due to road construction. Fortunately, the detour road was well marked. They turned onto it and proceeded cautiously. It was a narrow dirt road. "Yuk", thought Muffy. "This Jag is going to require a thorough wash when we finally get to Vegas. Might even have it detailed. Yeah. That's it." Dan was absent mindedly fondling the stick shift on the Jag. It had a leather knob that was so bright and shiny that it looked like it had been rubbed continuously. Muffy noticed Dan's subconscious activity out of the corner of her eye. She began to think back over the years at the orphanage when [Editor's note: this entire sub-plot censored! SI Regulations, you know ...] Just then, a coyote ran across the dirt road in front of the Jag! Dan swerved to miss it and ran off the road right into a chain link fence. The fence came crashing down around them. A bright red sign ended up on the dashboard right in front of her. "U.S. Government Property. Keep out." Muffy stood up in the seat of the Jag to remove the fence from the hood. "Oh, man! Scratched the paint. What a bummer. Now we really need a paint touch up to go with the detailing. There goes another 150 bucks." They looked all around. Nothing for miles. But, wait ... what was that shiny thing over there? It looked like a huge manhole! Dan yelled something about "underground missile", slammed the Jag into reverse and backed out of there as fast as he could go. Since Muffy was standing on the seat, the abrupt movement of the Jag threw her out of the car and she landed on her soft derriere in a small prickly pear cactus. "Yeeeooowwwwch!" she screamed. Dan was high tailing it out of there. All Muffy could see were the tailights of the Jag, and a cloud of dust. "Well, that's a fine how-do-you-do", muttered Muffy. "Leave me out here in the desert with a butt full of cactus spines, and nothing around except a huge manhole. Guess I better get rid of these splines and check it out." Muffy laboriously pulled each spline out of her behind. 37 of them in all. Needless to say, her butt was sore. [Editor's note: if it was needless to say it, then why did you?] Muffy wandered over to the manhole. "Hmmmm .... looks like one of those Titan Missile sites that were the rage back in the Cold War." Just then, Muffy fell through a trap door that opened right beneath her feet. An alarm began sounding. Muffy landed with a "plop!" on soft ground. The guard who was standing above her eyed her carefully as he pointed his M16 right between her eyes. "Don't get many nubile ones out here this time of year", he thought. He let his eyes wander over her young body, stopping only momentarily to focus on the pertinent places. He laid down his rifle and started to remove his uniform. Muffy liked what she saw. She took off her [Editor's note: this entire sub-plot censored! SI Regulations, you know ...] After they had lunch at the mess hall, Muffy and her military escort took the Jeep that was parked in the underground hallway and headed West.